Page 4 of The Perfect Escape

“Okay,” I said, glancing nervously at the other two. “Are you joining us?”

“Sure are,” the blond man said.

I drummed my nails on my husband’s bicep.

“This is Rosie, my wife,” Greg said pleasantly. “I’m Greg. Nice to meet you.”

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing with a smile. “I’m Ashton. This is Hawk.”

“Nice to meet you,” Hawk purred, his voice as deliciously deep as I’d imagined.

Fucking behave,I scolded myself.

“Is everyone ready?” the woman asked.

I sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

She turned to lead us through a doorway and down a hall. Ashton and Hawk followed after her, but Greg gave my hand a pat.

“I’m going to run to the restroom while you do the presentation. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said.

“I can wait,” I said.

He shook his head. “Go on. I’ll catch up.”

“Fine,” I muttered.

He released my hand, giving me a gentle push towards the two sexy men. I shot him one last dirty look, my ears burning at his dark chuckle as I followed after them. My heels clicked on the polished floors as we made our way down the hallway, the light dimming as we approached an open room.

“We’ll pause here to watch the presentation. When you’re finished, you’ll go through this door here.” She gestured toward a door on the other side of the room with an ominous sign above it.

Submit to Your Destiny.

I quirked a brow, wondering what kind of place this was. The walls were rough brown stone with faux moss and plants sprouting from the cracks. It had all the vibes of a temple maze, ruined only by the bright neon of the sign, sticking out like a sore thumb against the natural decorations.

The woman pressed a button on the wall with a bright smile. “Enjoy.”

She exited the room, leaving me alone with the two sexy men and a screen on the wall displaying the so-called presentation.

Ashton crossed his arms as he watched. He stood to my left, drawing my attention to his biceps more than I would have liked. Then there was Hawk—he stood to my right, flanking me. Standing between the two of them, I couldn’t help but notice how much taller they were than me. And I wasn’t short by any means—especially in my heels–but their presence made me feel like a diva with two sexy bodyguards.

Where is Greg?I wondered as the screen flashed.

“Welcome to Submit to Escape, your ultimate vacation escape room destination.”

The robotic voice started with the rules, which were fairly simple.

Number one: No Harsh Force. The escape room was designed for us to solve without needing to break or damage anything. All of the props were either firmly secured or moveable, and wouldn’t need us to force anything to happen.

Number two: Communication is Key.

Ashton chuckled as the presentation went over how important communication was while we worked together. He glanced over at me. “Think we can communicate well, sweetheart?”

I bristled. “Well, I certainly can.”

“We’ll find out,” Hawk chimed.

I scoffed. Before I could tell them both to fuck off, the presentation continued on to the third rule.

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